In a strange land

We don’t care for Father’s Day, or Mother’s Day, for that matter, in our family. Or to be precise, we don’t care for the crass commercialism that surrounds them. So as a matter of policy, we have tried to develop a Father’s Day and Mother’s Day tradition of coffee and breakfast in bed, and home made cards from the girls. And that’s it.

So, I made breakfast in bed for the daddy in our house today, and our girls made him cards, saying sweet things like, “I love you, Daddy” and “You are the best daddy ever”, which is a reasonable approximation of the truth, so far as I can tell.

And just as we have an ersatz Father’s Day, I made ersatz Eggs Montreal (scroll down to the variations on Eggs Benedict) for breakfast.

Instead of English muffins, I used toasted Vogels bread. I buttered it, or more accurately, put some olive oil spread on it, and then laid slices of smoked salmon - yum yum - on top and squeezed a little lemon juice over them. I poached two free range eggs, and topped the salmon with them. Instead of using hollandaise (all that cholesterol - ouch!), I put some curls of butter over the top of the eggs to melt and added a squeeze more lemon. Then a good grind of black pepper, some parsley fresh from the garden for a garnish, and voila - Eggs Montreal a la Karori.